by Brynn Hale
I saw him naked…once. When I went to examine him the first time, I asked him to stand in the gown the nurse had provided. Little did I know that he wasn’t wearing anything under it and it flew open. Underwear are fine, Mr. Westwood. Let’s just say I was speechless. And right now, I have to fight to keep from doing the same.
“One,” I finally say, when my brain comes out of the memory-haze.
“Five,” the receptionist says and we both look to her. “I just like that number and your little back and forth was making me feel uncomfortable.”
He chuckles. “Two, Jaelyn, please.”
I cross my arms. “You’re not going to stop until I agree or leave, right?” And I wasn’t leaving. This was my night.
Dairen steps closer and his brown eyes sparkle in the flickering candle on the reception desk. “You are brilliant, doc. Where to, Jaelyn?”
Jaelyn bats their blue eyes at Dairen and a little of me has to admit that I’m close to saying “back off,” but Jaelyn’s barely twenty, if that, I can’t imagine Dairen would do that.
“This way, Dr. Parker and Mr. Westwood.”
“First billing…” He motions me to follow.
With every step, I swear I can feel his eyes on my ass. My pussy feels like a fireball in my panties, every step sending zings into my gut. An explosion of biblical proportions looms.
“You okay?” he asks, his head pokes over my shoulder as I come to a stop. That damn cologne invades my thoughts.
“I’m good.”
“You were walking a little…weird.”
“Tweaked my knee in HIIT class last night.” I slip into the booth, anything to get away from him and that excuse isn’t untrue.
“I’ve been told I give good back rubs. You want me to use the magic fingers and loosen it up?” He slides in across from me.
God…help…me…
“No, it’ll be fine. Thank you for the offer.”
He lifts his phone and texts. Good, maybe he’ll just be on there all night and we won’t have to communicate.
“I’ll let your server know you’re here.” Jaelyn hands over the menus.
I smile up at them. “Thanks, Jaelyn.”
My phone buzzes. I pull it out of my purse.
An unknown number. Huh.
Unknown: Hey, I have this friend, she’s tweaked her knee during a high intensity aerobics class. I offered to give her a rub-down to loosen it up, but she’s declined. What would you recommend? Also…how do you get a stick out of someone’s butt.
I don’t look up, but I can’t stop my lips from rising. I know he’s got that damn panty-melting smirk on his face, so proud of himself.
Parker: Only medical questions about YOU, Mr. Westwood. NOT others.
His phone buzzes on the table and he opens the message.
“But what if I’m worried about the friend’s health?”
I look up from the menu. “You don’t need to be. I’m fine, Dairen.”
“You know my grandmother used to say that when a woman says she’s ‘fine,’ she’s not. That ‘fine’ only describes china and dining.”
I say it in my head, fine china and fine dining. I’m fine dining with him, but I’m so wound up that I’m not enjoying myself. I look over at him and sigh. What am I most scared of? Losing him as a patient? Losing him as a friend? Or just losing him?
“What are you going to have?” he asks, seemingly deciding to move on or give up and I’m almost disappointed.
I see a familiar face and I smile. The owner waves to me and then she sees who I’m with. Her head tips a little as her eyebrows rise slowly.
Dairen glances over his shoulder when he seems my distracted gaze. “Hey, Reese.”
Her olive skin brightens. “Well, hello, Dairen. How are you feeling?”
His smile drops. “I’m fine.” And there’s that word. Works for both genders, I guess.
I can feel it. He’s tired of his illness being the only thing people want to talk about. Hell, most wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t been his sister’s neighbor and made such a fuss when he went down on the call to fight her deck fire. He didn’t have the lung capacity he needed and even with oxygen in his mask he wasn’t a hundred percent. He’d taken a real chance that day, and I laid into him while laid on the stretcher and kind of let the cat out of the proverbial bag.
But after all of that, what I really remember is him telling me how beautiful my eyes are.
I reach across the table and slip my hand under his. His head snaps back to see what I’ve done. He brings his gaze to meet mine and he gives a squeeze.
“Actually, I’m really, really good, Reese.”
My heart skips a beat and I wonder if it’s a myocardial infarction or something way worse…
Chapter Four
Dairen
Our meals come and I haven’t stopped gripping her hand. I mean holding. No, I definitely mean gripping. I don’t want to let go. It’s soft and warm and delicate and…perfect.
I love bantering with her. I love making her laugh. And I love every part of the evening.
We’re now the only ones in the place. It seems every bite is savored and extended out.
“If you hadn’t gone into medicine, what would you have wanted to do?” I ask, taking another bite of my teriyaki chicken with blistered Shishito pepper rice and mandarin orange slaw. Every bite an explosion of perfect in my mouth.
She shoves the last bite of her fish special, something spicy, I think, into her mouth and points while chewing, then motions to me to answer the same.
“Easy. Zookeeper.”
She swallows with an incredulous look on her face. “What? Why a zookeeper?”
“I love animals. Of my twenty-seven saves, eleven of those have been animals—seven dogs, two cats, one hamster named Sizzle—very close to what he was almost doing in that fire, and one frog named—and I’m not kidding—Jessica Ribbet.”
I take a drink of my water. I decided against alcohol for the night and she ordered iced tea. I’m sure the good doctor would say I’m being much more sensible in my situation after downing that virgin daquiri. Man, I love coconut.
“Sounds like a nice frog name,” she says and every part of my body lights on fire. Frog name?!
I sit back and lay my fork down slowly like it’s some incendiary device. “You’re kidding right?”
“What?” She lifts her shoulders while wiping her mouth. She doesn’t get it.
I run a hand through my hair. “I just can’t believe this. Check! Check, please!” I yell out as my jaw tightens. “If I’d just have known, I could’ve done something.”
“Dairen, is everything okay?” She seems confused, but I’m not.
“No, we have to go.” I stand and throw a couple of hundreds on the table. “Reese, can we get two desserts to go, like immediately?”
“I can pay—”
“This can’t wait.” I grab her hand as she stands, and I move in close.
My heart pounds. I’m sure there are questions running through her head—Is it medical? Is someone in trouble? A fire that he has to help at?
It’s none of those. It’s more important.
“You have to work tomorrow?” I ask.
“No, I have the day off for an appointment. But what’s going on?”
“Okay…That’s good. That’s…good.” I grab a small bag from Reese. “Thank you the food was delicious. Keep the change.” I give Reese a kiss on the cheek. She’s dating my fellow firefighter Kelton and man, sometimes when they’re around I want to pull out the hose and spray them off. I swear they smolder.
I guide Parker out the door, my hand low on her back, before I guide her to my two-seater, 4-Series Beemer.
“What’s going on?” she asks before I close the door.
“I need your help with something.”
“Medical?” she asks.
“A little.”
“Oh, okay…” She buckles in as I round the car.
I get in and I tear
off. “I never thought this would happen.”
“Dairen, you’re starting to scare me.”
I reach over. “You’ll be okay. I’m here with you, Parker.”
She squeezes my hand and a tiny part of me wonders if she’ll be pissed when she realizes my ruse.
In about a mile, I pull into the driveway and get out. “In here…”
I open the front door easily, flip on a light. I grab the remotes and start working with the TV and sound system.
“You sit here.” I place her in the seat of honor, right in front of the TV. “I’ll be right back…”
She crosses her arms on her chest. “Dairen? Where are we? What’s going on?”
I ignore her and run down the hallway, I grab joggers for both of us and t-shirts. We’re going to get comfortable.
I come back to the living room and hand them over. “Get comfy.”
“Where’s the medical emergency?”
I slip onto the couch beside her. “Right.” I lift the remote and press play. “Here…”
She looks up and a smile tickles at the corners of her mouth. “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”
“You didn’t laugh at the frog’s name…”
She rolls her eyes. “All of this because I didn’t acknowledge that Jessica Ribbet is funny?”
“No, it was also because I needed a way to get you back to my place and I knew with that stick up your ass I’d never get you to say yes, but now that you’re here…”
Her eyes hopscotch between mine. “The stick’s out…”
I claim her mouth and I’m never going to stop. The fire’s ignited and I’m blazing for this woman. She’s smart. She’s sexy. She’s so damn delicious. And she doesn’t pull away. In fact, she grabs the lapels of my jacket and tugs me closer. I take the hint and follow her to the lie on the couch, so she’s under me. Everything is moving wildfire fast. Dry grass. High heat. Wind whipping around us. It’s all on fire for this woman.
If I don’t have Parker tonight, I’ll need more than a cold shower to put the heat out.
I slip my hands into her hair while we’re still maintaining a soft and gentle kiss, but I want more of her. I ask for permission to enter her mouth, and she surprises me and she doesn’t put up a fight. Our tongues roll slowly at first, but then we’re battling for who can kiss the hardest, the deepest and with the most passion.
My cock throbs in my jeans. I slip a leg in between hers and she drops her legs open. I slip into the valley of her heaven. I jerk my hips forward and she arches her back.
“Oh…God…” Her body starts to shudder, and I push up to watch her. “Don’t stop.”
“Damn, Parker.”
I rotate my hips and she gasps.
“Parker…” I moan into her mouth. “Are you close?”
“I’ve been close since the moment I saw you at the bar. I can’t help myself. It’s something…”
“Else…that’s for sure.” I rock my cock, still covered in my jeans, over that apex of her thighs. Lightly and then a little harder. “Can I go down on you?”
She shivers. “I shouldn’t even be here…”
I stop. “Parker, I’ll stop if you want me to, but whether this happens now or in ten days when I finish my treatment, it’s happening. Woman, I want you so badly that I can already taste that sweet pussy on my tongue. I want to taste every fucking inch of you and hear you scream out my name over and over. Please. You took the stick out…now, let me in.”
“You’re not sticking anything in my ass, Dairen.”
I laugh. “Not exactly what I was saying…”
Her hands clasp my face. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what, baby?”
“Losing control. Losing my perspective. Losing my license.” Her eyes soften and she sighs. “But most of all of losing you.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I promise, doctor. I’ve been following all of your demands. Hell, you could demand me to lick your pussy and I would do it. List it. I’ll do anything for you, Parker.”
It was the truth. It might make me sound like a god damn…
Man.
This was how it was supposed to feel. I was supposed to want to do anything for this woman. With other woman it was just sex, but not with this woman. And I didn’t want to pressure her into anything. I want her to want me as much as I want her.
God, I’m fucked.
Maybe not.
I pause everything. I slide my hands over her fine hair, pushing the strands out of her face so I can see all of her. Those two big green eyes stare up at me.
“Tell me what you really want, baby, and I will give it to you. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. If you want me to dry hump you, I’ll fucking do it. If you want me to touch you, I’m in. And if you want more…Parker, you can have it all when it comes to me.”
“What if I can’t be your doctor anymore?”
“Have that resident take care of me for the last two visits. You just stand there and slap him upside the head if he does something wrong. That’s what we do to the probies.”
“Probies?”
“Probationary fire fighters.”
“Oh.”
I adjust my hips and she inhales a shaky breath.
“I’m losing control, when it comes to you, Dairen.” Her hands cup my face. She whispers. “Go down on me, please.” The husky, wanton tone of her voice makes my cock jump and I can feel the pre-cum running down the side, but she’ll get hers before I ever consider getting mine.
I slide off of her and help her to stand. “Bedroom. Now, baby.”
She nods and I guide her along. Down the hall of my two-bedroom castle.
I’m not a slob, but I could probably be cleaner. Thankfully, I had a little time this afternoon and straightened up before leaving for the restaurant. There’s no underwear on the floor and I remade the bed with fresh sheets and then sprayed those with my cologne. Tip from my buddy Kelton. I didn’t think that Parker was a sure thing, but I hoped we would be headed here, eventually. But tonight is perfect for whatever happens.
I slowly untie the straps of her dress, my fingers grazing the soft skin of her shoulders. The top falls down and I step back to see the bountiful beauty. I lean down and suckle just the very tip of her peaked nipple into my lips, softly, almost like it’s going to fall apart at my touch.
Her hand dig into my hair. “Yes…”
There’s nothing about that word that doesn’t encourage me. I take the whole nipple into my mouth and lathe my tongue over it as I suck with a pressure that has her fingernails mining into my scalp.
“Dairen…I can’t stand up.” Her body starts to crumble and I slip a hand behind her knees and the other behind her back. She links her hands behind my neck.
“I got you…” I lay her on the bed and take a moment to look into her eyes. “I’ve got you, Parker Lakeman…”
She props her feet up on the edge of the bed, and her dress slinks down her legs to her soft stomach. God, damn, commando? That waxed pussy makes my mouth water, but I’m liking how we’re taking it slow.
“I’ve got a problem, Dairen.”
I lay next to her and roll her nipple between my fingers, watching how her mouth opens. I glide my lips down her shoulder. “What’s that?”
“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t go down on me right now.”
I laugh and slide down, adjusting her diagonally, so I can be on the bed, too.
My mouth is on her before she can say another word. She’s pillowy, pliant, and slick.
“Parker, tell me what you like.” I slowly lick from low to high, repeating it while she moans.
“I really don’t know.”
I stop and my body tightens everywhere. I look up at her. “You’re a virgin?”
“Weird?”
“Fuck…” I shake my head as the thought of being her first and her last makes me lightheaded.
I want to go at her like a mad man, but I can’t. She needs slow and that’s what I’ll give her.
“Okay, just either keep moaning when it’s good, or tell me when it’s not. I’m sure you’ve masturbated, right?”
A deep rose blush flushes her chest and up her face. “Yes…a lot lately.”
Fuck. Me.
The woman’s going to have me coming in my jeans soon.
I slowly tickle those delicate folds, with every swath of my tongue, I delve deeper, going from bottom to top over and over. Strawberries. Strawberries and cream. She’s a damn dessert that I’ll crave for the rest of my life.
“Finger me, carefully, please.”
She’s trembling, but I wonder if it’s the moment or more. Does she trust me? Does she want this?
“You okay, baby?” I ask.
Her lax eyes, sparkle as she reaches down and cups my jaw. “I’m with you, I’m really, really good.” The sparkle pools into her lashes.
“Let’s make you great.”
I slip a finger inside of her, watching as her chest heaves quickly. Fucking drenched, her juices coat my hand quickly. I pop the button and lower my zipper to slip jeans down. I rock my hand on my cock.
She lifts her head to watch. I stand and let my jeans fall.
“I don’t expect anything. Only for you to come over and over, however you want to.”
She bites her lip. “I…My…I feel ridiculous. I’m a thirty-eight-year-old virgin and I’m scared. Scared of a man’s penis. The perfect penis. A beautiful penis. The only penis I would ever want inside of me and making me…” She sighs. “Come.”
I let her wax poetic about the massive cock I stroke in my hand and a fresh bead of pre-cum sits right at the head.
Parker sits up, those luscious tits dropping beautifully down her chest. Reaching out her long finger, the tip painted a deep red, catches the drop as it falls. She brings it to her mouth.
“I’ve never tasted a man.”
My chest burns. I’ve been eating healthy. Working out. Taking care of myself—like she insisted. I didn’t know it would all be for her. I’m praying she’s gonna crave me from now on. That everything will be for her and her only.
She swallows and then slips the finger into her mouth, just the tip and I can imagine those lips around my cock. She slowly draws the finger out.
